Silvertip Mountain Food for thought

Chaska shot forward, his eyes on his target. The calf. The female wolf went for the mother, and out of fear, the calf leaped up from the safety of it's mother. This was his chance. He wanted to make it quick, and went straight for the neck, but for a calf it was quite strong. The first attempt failed as he fell off, but it too fell over on it's side. Before it had a chance to get up, the grey wolf recovered and darted forward, teeth bared. In a few seconds, it was over as it stopped kicking. He removed his jaw from the neck, looking at his kill. Then, he looked to the other's, licking his lips as he did.

"It's done." With that, he began to drag the deer by one of it's rear legs.